Great Tang’s Unparalleled National Teacher

I'm crazy.

This fucking, Feng'zi must be crazy.

Such a good paper!

Others may not know the material of rice paper.

But Li Chengqian's several masters know that although the rice paper is rendered with a layer of wax on the surface, it is still yellow and impure. It is not as pure as this white paper, but this is it. Few people can afford it.

On the one hand, it is because of papermaking.

One is that the production volume is too small.

Zhang Feng's output this day is more than Cháng'ān's output in a month!

What is this concept?

This simply doesn't make people live.

And now the Great Family of the nobles are all based on the Library to determine their status and prestige, why?

A book is a thousand pipes of money!

How much does it cost to learn to be rich in five cars?

Once the price of this paper becomes cheaper, the weight of these gentry...

isn’t it going to be lighter?

What will they do?

This is simply something a madman dares to do.

But...

For the four Great Demon Kings of Chang'an City, this is interesting enough.

"Crazy man, such a fun thing, don’t forget us, tomorrow morning, I will bring the paper to you and stir the wind and rain for him in Chang'an City, you just say you All you have to do is make some tricks, and the rest will be left to the brother!"

Cheng Chumo, several people rushed to do this, Qian Wanli and the others twitched at the corners of their mouths. , Hurriedly put aside the distance with Cheng Chumo.

It seems that the few people at this time have restored the reputation of the four Great Demon Kings of Cháng'ān in the past.

But when Zhang Feng heard this, he really thought of a note, beckons with the hand asked Qian Wanli to come over and the seven people got together and said: "I have a note, you guys listen."

"I want to listen too!"

A sudden muffled sound made Zhang Feng stunned for a moment before remembering that there was a Gao Kan sticking to one side and waving silently. He waved his hand and pointed to a pot of braised pig head meat beside him and said: "Go and eat meat and drink for me, you can't do this."

"Oh!"

Gao Kan hearing This, this was a muffled sound, sitting aside, ignoring the hostile gazes of the young students in the paper mill, and nibbling on the pig's head.

Zhang Feng is sighed in relief.

Just kidding, if this kind of thing is allowed to go, people will get rid of the original words within a quarter of an hour. It’s too straightforward, sometimes it’s a good thing, but sometimes it’s A deadly existence.

"I will tell you, this matter..."

...

Cháng'ān in the afternoon, although it is almost the beginning of autumn at this time, but Still sultry to death.

After lunch, the panicked crowds gathered together on the river bank, or the big Willow Tree dragged their parents.

The most popular place, especially the place popular with the poor, is undoubtedly the teahouse.

Normally a penny, you can order a pot of tea here, sit for some snacks for a day, and listen to the storyteller saying that the sky is far from the sky, and those who have no money are fine. With a stick in the robe, he squatted towards the corner. If he met the little second brother from the store he knew well, he could still sit on a bench.

The free little song, the saliva tongue of the storyteller, is the most important source for them to understand the major event of the country.

The same is true today.

Everyone listened to Mr. Storyteller's story. If it became boring, everyone would stop talking nonsense. If it was wonderful, everyone would follow each other to talk about Hessian.

At this moment, the storyteller’s not-so-savoury paragraph was finished, and after finishing, he slapped a wooden board and said: "The reason why I want to talk about this rice-paper paragraph today is because I want to Let everyone open your eyes, everyone, see what this is!"

While speaking, the storyteller said with a sharp voice, and when everyone looked over, he took out a piece from the chest lining Folded boxy puffy things.

In an instant, everyone's eyes were hooked.

I saw the storyteller put his finger on his lips and spit, and then cautiously unfolded the white thing as white as snow.

next moment.

In the curious eyes of everyone, I saw that the storyteller unfolded this thing about the size of a wine table before mysteriously asking: "You guys will guess what this is. Something?"

Everyone couldn't help but gain interest, and even the dignitaries on the second floor would look down from time to time.

"Is this a kind of cannibalizing cloth from Western Regions?"

"No, this is not like cloth, what is this thing?"

"Could it be paper?"

"Fart, what kind of paper have you seen white? And so thin, where is it like paper?"

"Then... Liu blind, this is a What a gadget?"

Mr. Storyteller touched his beard. Although he was blind, his white eyeballs were still staring at the people on the second floor. No one asked, this was the lightly saying: " You may not believe it. Although the old man has eye problems, he has seen rice paper before, but today, the old man saw this in a child on Tonghui Street!"

While speaking, the storyteller swipes the white thing in his hand, and then exclaims in excitement: "What is this? You must have never seen it in your entire life. Today, the old man lets you all know what this is!"

while speaking, the storyteller slowly grabbed the pounding thing and gently tore it along one side.

"pu chi ——!"